Beyond Hope

AND SO IT STARTS

“uuuuuuuhhhhh,” moaned a, once again, unconscious Tsunade.

“I’m really getting tired of waking up like this,” she huffed as she tried to remember what had happened.

Flashback…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Tsunade had been waiting for a little over an hour, hoping that somebody would come to see her soon.

She grinned maliciously as she thought about what she would do to the people who had kidnapped her! They didn’t know just what kind of trouble they had invited.

 

AS SHE THOUGHT ABOUT THE TORTURE SHE WOULD INFLICT UPON THE ONE WHO HAD KIDNAPPED HER, IN THE OTHER ROOM, DENGIE HAD JUST FINISHED PROCESSING THE PAYMENT HE HAD RECEIVED FROM TSUNADE’S DEBT HOLDERS.

…………PROCESSING…………PROCESSING………………….PAYMENT COMPLETED

 

Suddenly, in the room Tsunade was being held captive, knockout gas started to blow from little contraptions hidden inside the walls.

Cursing the situation she now found herself in, Tsunade quickly regulated her breathing, spreading a layer of chakra into her lungs to purify the air she breathed.

An Hour Later

Tsunade kept trying her best to keep the toxic gas from getting into her body, however, after what felt like hours to her, she finally succumbed to the gas.

Flashback…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

As Tsunade realized what had happened, pure fury and rage flowed throughout her as she realized the situation she now found herself in.

Apparently, after she had gone unconscious a second time, whoever had kidnapped her had finally sealed off her chakra, as well as moving her to some type of stereotypical dungeon. The walls surrounding her, constructed from old, grimy cement, reeked of sewage water. There was a typical wire, running from the other side of the door, up the wall, to the middle of the ceiling. Hanging from it was a single bulb, illuminating the bed she was strapped down to, as well as a bucket in the corner of the room.

That, however, was not what had her so enraged.

Tsunade could feel the straps that were tying her to the rickety old bed quite intimately. She could tell you exactly how the threads from the straps, bristled this way and that, as they formed scratches and scrapes across her unblemished skin.

For she was naked.

“COME OUT HERE YOU FUCKING BASTARDS, SO I CAN RIP YOU TO SHREDS,” Tsunade screamed.

“DO YOU KNOW JUST WHO YOU’VE KIDNAPPED? I AM A NINJA OF KONOHA AND SHOULD THEY FIND OUT WHAT YOU’RE DOING, YOU WILL BE FINISHED. I WILL PERSONALLY SEE YOUR SONS, DAUGHTERS, WIVES, ANY AND EVERYONE YOU MAY EVEN BE A LITTLE RELATED TO, BUTCHERED!!!” she continued.

“GET OUT HERE SO I CAN PERSONALLY SEE YOU YOU SON OF A WHORE. I WILL CASTR---,” before she could continue, Tsunade heard the door slam open and for the first time, she met the person responsible for her current situation.

From Dengie’s Point of View

From the time he was born, Dengie Green had shown his family to be a cunning and sly little fellow. Anything he wanted, he got, one way or another. His family, thinking him capable of something great, continued to educate and promote his behavior, hoping to ride on his back, to what they thought would be fame and fortune.

And so far, he had not disappointed. Quickly gaining note in the Yukuza, Denige had been able to swindle a great amount of money through various underhanded and back alley deals. Using this money, he had opened a casino to fulfill one of his many get rich quick schemes.

It was as he first came into the gambling business that he heard about “The Legendary Sucker” Tsunade Senju. An apparently legendary ninja whose skills did not carry over to gambling. That, however, was not the reason he focused on her.

No, the reason he had been obsessed with Tsunade had nothing to do with her gambling skills, or even her fame as a ninja, it had been her beauty.

When he first saw her, he had been struck breathless.

To him, she had been perfection.  

Starting from her lustrous blond hair, split in to twin pigtails, to her perfect face, with no signs of wrinkles or scars as befitting one of her status and age. From her upright shoulders, like that of royalty, to her generous bust. From her seemingly thin, flat as an iron board waist, to her lovely, sculpted legs. Everything about her had mesmerized him.

And he knew, he had to have her, but how?

That’s when a plan started to formulate in his head. A plan just as cunning, just as devious, just as sly, as he was, and so he was committed.

Now seeing Tsunade Senju in front of him, bound and helpless, he couldn’t help but think, everything was going according to plan.